KAIREN
Time had become a flat, stagnant thing.
I sat on the edge of a narrow cot, my back against a cold, concrete wall. The room was a perfect cube of nothing. Grey walls, grey floor, a single recessed light in the ceiling behind a metal grate. No windows. The only door was heavy steel, with no handle on my side. The air tasted recycled, sterile, and carried the faint, metallic tang of a high-end air filtration system.
This wasn't a dungeon. It was a lab. And I was the specimen.
